@Richie :) Yep! I've always kind of loved that flow. Written by a Canadian, Discovered by an American, Celebrated by the British.
In Flanders Fields
John McCrae, 1872 - 1918 (Canadian)
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky,
The larks, still bravely singing, fly,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead; short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe!
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high!
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Hearing that poem, especially read by a child, is one of the few things that just reaches though my gut and grabs me by the spine.
Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead; short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow.
Sorrow. Rage. Regret. Remorse. Remembered.
@Zoogal
Here in the states we split our observations into 2 holidays; Veterans Day -on Armistice Day (11th Day of the 11th month)- honoring all veterans of all wars past and present; & Memorial Day, on the last Sunday in May, honoring the fallen, in all wars past & present.